After years of drowning in that damned house, Kou finally got away. Moving to Chicago with the savings he had, he got himself his own apartment and a job to keep up with his living expenses. Did he miss "home"? No, of course not. Every time he thought of it it only made him love Chicago more. He was content with making a small amount of friends and living problem-free. That was until she came along. The miserable, unpredictable, impulsive, and strangely lovely Eleanor. Now, for the first time in his life he's being held responsible for someone other than himself. An emotional train wreck from the start, for once in his life Kou is unprepared for something that is full of optimism and pessimism simultaneously.